After Life, Death

“fem-presenting” this, “masc-presenting” that. what if i wanna just be Presenting. i am showing you something and you have no idea what it is

i hope someone spawns a minecraft anvil on top of his head

Kineema notes for anyone that needs em. I didn’t realize the Kineema was a 3-seater until literally today if you need the full size images I provided image sources under each image :) (here’s the sketchfab fan model) e: okay now 100% sure that there’s no steering wheel and the car is just lever-operated, aka differential steering, which, yeesh.  seems like a nightmare to drive.

((Inspired by this post ))

Ladies and gentlemen, the incredibles

Art credit to @things1do and @squuote

Lovebug au but the narrator falls in love with something stupid like milk or toast and has like a week-long obsession with toast for seemingly no reason.

Thanks anon (comic and description below cut)

[Comic description:

A digitally drawn comic of The Narrator and Stanley from The Stanley Parable in the lovebug au. The narrator is on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, holding a digital red heart shaped screen, he is sweating and staring intensely at the toast on screen. Stanley opens the door with a plate of pngs of buttered toast and a glass bottle of milk. The narrator jumps in bed, smashing the heart screen in his hand.

"STANLEY!?"

Stanley raises an eyebrow and The narrator calms down.

"Oh. Oh. You have a…"

The narrator grabs his own hair and runs his hands down his face, "Oh god *sigh,* I guess the breads out of the toaster."

The image zooms out to show them looking very small. The narrator corrects himself, "I mean. Cats out of the bag."

"I've been so… scatterbrained lately." The narrator emphasizes with waving his hands and then sighing.

The narrator gets out of bed, "The only thing that gets my mind at ease is… toast and milk."

"And as time rolled on…" The narrator sits turned around on a wheeled chair, Stanley places the plate on the bed.

"Im. So ashamed to admit this, but…" The narrator sits hunched on the chair, a faint image of the Shinji Chair pose is in the background.

The narrator fully hunches over, "I've grown an obsession with it."

The narrator comes very close to Stanleys face, hes picking up the chair and has an intense gaze, "A deep passion for it."

The narrator sits back in his chair, smiling.

"Stanley, you have offered a truly touching gift to me. Seeing as we are now closer than before, perhaps I can help you understand my desire on a more…"

The narrator turns around in his chair and pulls up a booble doc on a heart shaped screen.

"...Personal level."

The narrator turns around with a prose about milk and toast in his hands.

"I have some literature-"

SLAM

Narrator is cut off as Stanley slams the door shut. / .End Comic descrption.]

More people need to make dumb videos of Stanley's model

me the boys (my past versions)

Stannarrator is not that easy. I love the cute and sweet stannarrator, and I like to think that they end up like that after a while (with a seemingly infinite amount of time, a lot can happen, including them fixing their shit and getting over their wussy problems like adults). However, there is no way in hell that it gets to that point easily. There’s bound to be problems.